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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the funk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.