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 Oman and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.