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 Guinea-Bissau and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
the Association,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.