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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 UT to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Gong,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.