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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
10cc,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Organ,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.