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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.