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 Serbia and from Calgary.
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 Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Brand Nubian to the rock 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.