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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.