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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.