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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad 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 Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.