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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Althea and Donna to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.