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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.