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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Flipper to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.