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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Q65,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.