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 Haiti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.