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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Television,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.