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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Roxette,
cv313,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.