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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.