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 Belarus and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.