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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Aswad,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.