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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.