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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.