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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.