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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.