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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Japan,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.