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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Unwound,
New Order,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.