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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.