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 Albania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.