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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.