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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 The Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
The Wake,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.