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 Romania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.