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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Excepter to the electroclash 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Nas,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.