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 Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.