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 Brunei and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Names to the dance 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.