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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.