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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Lungfish to the grunge 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.