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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül II to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton 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?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.