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 Oman and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Ossler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.