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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Basic Channel to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.