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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 DJ Sneak to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Fear,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.