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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Cal Tjader to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.