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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.