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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Japan,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.