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 Grenada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.