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 Macedonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.