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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 JFA to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.