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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.