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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.