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 Latvia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Bob Dylan to the disco 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.