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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Japan,
Cameo,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.