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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.