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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Roy Ayers to the dance 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
X-102,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Franke,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.