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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Fatback Band to the jazz 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.