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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.