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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.