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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
UT,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.