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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deakin to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Monks,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.