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 Laos 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Cybotron to the funk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.