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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.