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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gichy Dan to the disco 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.