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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.