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 Zambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
The Sound,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.