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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
MC5,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.