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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.