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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.