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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.