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 United States and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.