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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Zapp to the grime 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Alphaville,
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.