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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the punk 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Index,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.