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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.