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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.