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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Nas,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Organ,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.