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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.