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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
X-102,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.