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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.