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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
June Days,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.