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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.