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 Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.