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 Poland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Gang of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.