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 Lithuania and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.