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 Netherlands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.