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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.