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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Wasted Youth to the funk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s 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 Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.