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 Finland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.