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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 JFA to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.