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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.