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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The American Breed to the punk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.