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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.