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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Cymande to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Slave,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.