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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.