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 Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.