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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.