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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 The Beau Brummels to the punk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
The Standells,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.