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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Scion,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.