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 Malta and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 güiro 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 Donald Byrd to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.