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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Toasters to the rap 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.