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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalann to the dance 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.