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 Haiti and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.