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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the funk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.