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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.