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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Y Pants to the dance 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.