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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.