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 Romania 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.