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 Bahrain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Simply Red to the rap 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.