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 Malaysia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.