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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.