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 Malawi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.