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 Singapore 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
the Normal,
Television,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.