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 Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 EPMD to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.