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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.