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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
June Days,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.