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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.