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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.