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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.