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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
JFA,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Rakim,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.