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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Flipper,
10cc,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.