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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 clarinet 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
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.