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 Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.