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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Quantec to the disco 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.