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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.