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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.