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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Scientists 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.