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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 punk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Can,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Smog,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.