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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.