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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.