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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.