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 India and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.