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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.