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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lower 48 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.