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 Korea South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Fear,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.