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 Iraq 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.