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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Magma,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.