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 United States and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Bobby Byrd 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.