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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Brick,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.