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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger to the funk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.