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 Canada and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Visage,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.