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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.