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 Seychelles 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the electroclash 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.