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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.