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 Malawi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Skatalites to the grime 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.