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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.