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 Niger and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.