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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.