Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
The Move,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Wings,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.