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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the techno 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.