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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
X-102,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.