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 Albania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.