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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.