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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Faust,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.