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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the punk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.