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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.