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 Canada and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Hoover,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.