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 Niger and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.