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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
X-102,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.