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 Mexico 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.