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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.