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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.