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 Venezuela and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.