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 Colombia 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 Toronto and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
MDC,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.