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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Smog,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.