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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.