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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.