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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.