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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America 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?
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.