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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.