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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dual Sessions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.