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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
AZ,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.