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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
CMW,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.