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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ice-T 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.