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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.