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 Cyprus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Cluster,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
The Offenders,
The Index,
the Human League,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.