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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.