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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.