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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.