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 Nigeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Japan,
Magma,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.