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 Ghana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.