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 Honduras and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.