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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Scientists,
John Holt,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.