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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.