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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the dance 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.