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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Unrelated Segments 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
MDC,
Unwound,
Wings,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Scion,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.