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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marine Girls to the jazz 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.