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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.