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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the dance 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.