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 Yemen and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the dance 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
The Evens,
ABBA,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.