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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Ohio Players to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.