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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.