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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.