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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.