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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Graham Central Station to the grime 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.