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 Malawi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.