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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Jacques Brel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.