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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.