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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.