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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Delta 5,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.