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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.