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 Austria 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Ituana,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.