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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.