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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the rap 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.