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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Last Poets to the rap 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.