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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Evens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.