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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light 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?
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.