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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.