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 Antigua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.