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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.