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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.