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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.