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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.