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 Comoros and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 The Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.