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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
DNA,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.