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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.