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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
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 Stetsasonic 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Television,
Rakim,
The Names,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.