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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.