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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.