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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gang Starr to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.