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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Excepter,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Scan 7,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.