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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.