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 Ghana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Television,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.