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 Norway and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Althea and Donna to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Technova,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.