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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Electric Prunes 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.