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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.