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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.