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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.