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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.