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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.