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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mantronix to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.