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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.