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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the disco 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.