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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
CMW,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.