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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.