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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang of Four to the rock 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.