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 Algeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.