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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Malaria! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.