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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the dance 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.