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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Steve Hackett to the dance 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys 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?
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.