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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.