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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.