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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the jazz 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits 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?
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.