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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party 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?
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
the Association,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.