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 Libya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.