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 Uganda 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
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Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.