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 Chad and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 AZ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.