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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Slave,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.