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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.