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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Cameo,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.