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 East Timor and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.