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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.