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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Searchers to the funk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.