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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
ABC,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.