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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Junior Murvin to the techno 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
cv313,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.