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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.