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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Duran Duran to the funk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
JFA,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.