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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.