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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 Lagos and Accra.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toni Rubio to the grime 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.