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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Jacob Miller to the rock 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.