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 Tonga and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.