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 Kenya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
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.