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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.