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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kayak 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
The Victims,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.