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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.