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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.