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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Gong,
Erasure,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.