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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.