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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.