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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Sandy B to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.