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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Last Poets to the rock 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.