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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Slave,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.