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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.