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 Estonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
AZ,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.