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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.