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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.