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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.