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 Botswana and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wasted Youth to the dance 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Slave,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.