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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy 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?
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard 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.