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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.