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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.