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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.