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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
MDC,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.