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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.