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 Greece and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.