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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 AZ to the dance 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Symarip,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.