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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Ossler to the grunge 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.