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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.