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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Goldenarms to the disco 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
a-ha,
The Litter,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.