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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Yellowson,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.