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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the crunk 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.