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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.