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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.