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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
The Names,
The Evens,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.