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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.