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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.