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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.