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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.