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 Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.