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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.