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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.