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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 chamberlin 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.