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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Television Personalities to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.