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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.