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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Franke,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.