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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.