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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.