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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dirtbombs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
UT,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Magazine,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.