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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes 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?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.