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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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?
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
X-102,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.