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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.