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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.