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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.