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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fatback Band to the rap 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.