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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.