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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Roy Ayers to the funk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.