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 Cuba and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.