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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Fear,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.