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 Taiwan 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.