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 Barbados and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 kango's stein massive 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.