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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.