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 Cuba and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.