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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.