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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Quantec to the dance 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.