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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.