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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.