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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.