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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Au Pairs to the rap 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.