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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Al Stewart to the grime 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.