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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Japan,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.