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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.