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 Albania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Technova,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.