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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 808 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.