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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.