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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 John Cale to the disco 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Brick,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.