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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.