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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.