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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.