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 Belarus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Visage to the crunk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.