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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Crime,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.