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 Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.