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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the dance 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.