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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Wire,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.