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 Andorra and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.