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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.