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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.