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 Macedonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Scrapy to the electroclash 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.