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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.