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 Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Bauhaus to the grime 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
X-102,
The Gories,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.