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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed 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?
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.