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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.