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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
10cc,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.