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 Guatemala 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.