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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alarm Clocks to the rap 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.