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 Ghana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.