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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ituana to the rap 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.