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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Organ,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.