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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Talk Talk to the funk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.