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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Flipper to the funk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.