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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Happenings to the grime 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
The Names,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.