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 Poland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Negative Approach to the punk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.