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 Mali 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Symarip to the jazz 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain 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?
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.