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 Austria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.