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 San Marino and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.