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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.