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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.