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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Thee Headcoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Main Source,
John Cale,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.