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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the rock 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.