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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
X-102,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.