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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Organ,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.