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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mr. Review to the rap 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
UT,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.