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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.