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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.