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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.