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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.