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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Graham Central Station to the techno 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.