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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
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.