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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Technova,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
JFA,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.