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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Excepter to the rap 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.