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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.