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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.