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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.