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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.