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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flipper to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
New Order,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.