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 Botswana and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Pagans,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.