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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.