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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.