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 Cuba 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 marimba 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.