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 Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.