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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.