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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 MC5 to the funk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.