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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.