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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the dance 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.