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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.