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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Fatback Band to the jazz 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.