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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.