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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Wings to the techno 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
UT,
The Zeros,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.