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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.