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 Brunei and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.