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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.