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 Ireland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.