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 Croatia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 D'Angelo 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.