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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.