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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.