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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.