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 Samoa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish 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?
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.