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 Argentina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
JFA,
Japan,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.