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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the dance 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.