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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.