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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cramps to the grunge 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.