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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mission of Burma 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.