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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.