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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Visage,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.