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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.