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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
The Remains,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
MDC,
Neu!,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.