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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ohio Players to the dance 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Technova,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
AZ,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
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.