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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.