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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.