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 Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.