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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.