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 Andorra and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.