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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 The Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.