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 Qatar and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 sitar 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Mars,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.