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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Faust to the crunk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Index,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.