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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jawbox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.