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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.