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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.