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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Lagos and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.