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 Indonesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Can,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.