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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.