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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.