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 France and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.