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 Micronesia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.