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 Morocco and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Television,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.