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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.