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 Serbia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Simply Red to the techno 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
UT,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.