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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Krayola to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.