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 Mali 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.