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 Georgia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Organ,
The Litter,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.