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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Alison Limerick to the dance 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.