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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.