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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.