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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.