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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.