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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.