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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 United States of America to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.