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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.