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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.