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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Can,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.