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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.