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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
UT,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.