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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.