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 Namibia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Panda Bear to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.