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 Peru and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Mighty Diamonds 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
Television,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.