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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
MDC,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.