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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.