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 Belize and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.