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 Suriname and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
The Wake,
MDC,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.