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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.