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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
The Remains,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.