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 Korea North and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Godley & Creme to the techno 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
the Association,
June of 44,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.