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 Cambodia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.