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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.