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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.