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 Montenegro 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
New Order,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.