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 Albania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Fatback Band to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.