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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the rap 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
June Days,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Monks,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.