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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.