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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Eddi Front to the techno 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
Can,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Darondo,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.