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 Laos and from Seoul.
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 Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.