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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.