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 Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.