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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.