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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Masters at Work to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.