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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Cameo,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.