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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Procol Harum to the grunge 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.