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 Thailand and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
MDC,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.