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 Singapore and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.