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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 E-Dancer to the grime 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.