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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the disco 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.