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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.