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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.