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 Montenegro 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Infiniti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.