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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.