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 Greece and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.