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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.