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 Mexico and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.