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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the rap 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.