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 Samoa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Skaos to the punk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club 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?
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.