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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.