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 Albania and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.