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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 OOIOO to the grime 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.