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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Tomorrow to the rock 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.