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 Zambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.