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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantaleimon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.