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 Singapore and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.