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 Albania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.