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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Index,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.