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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.