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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.