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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
the Association,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Wings,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.