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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 oboe 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.