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 Latvia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.