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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.