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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.