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 Yemen and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Quantec to the rock 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.