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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the electroclash 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.