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 Malaysia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Swans,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.