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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.