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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
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 Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates 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?
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.