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 Algeria 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Technova,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.