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 Nigeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.