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 France and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.