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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.