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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.