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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Subhumans to the jazz 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
The Associates,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.