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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barrington Levy to the disco 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
X-101,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.